Flesh For Fantasy. Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

      “You see,” Lucy said, looking up from her computer terminal. “You’re a nice person. I hate that.”

      “But, you also have sex with married men for money,” Angela said sadly.

      “But I never do it without first suggesting that the men discuss things with their wives,” Maggie said. “Men don’t realize that their wives might be just as interested in some fun and games as they are.” Maggie had little use for timid women who didn’t understand the pleasures of lovemaking.

      “I know that,” Angela said. “But remember this evening? It was just last winter.”

      As Maggie stared, the monitor showed the face of Gerry O’Malley. A sales representative for a computer software firm, Gerry had been recommended to her by an old friend. She recalled their first evening together and how she had tried to convince him to share his fantasies with his wife. Adamantly refusing, Gerry and Maggie had made love in his hotel room, then arranged to meet there the following Wednesday. “I want something special,” he had said, his hands clenched tightly, his fingers twined. “Dress up. Would you wear white…?”

      Chapter

       2

      Maggie had dressed in a white knit dress, short enough to show off her long, well-shaped legs and low cut enough to highlight the shadowed valley between her breasts. She added light gray thigh-high stockings, held up by elastic lace at the tops, and gold strappy sandals with four-inch heels. Long gold earrings that brushed her shoulders and a heavy gold necklace completed her outfit. She was not overly made up and her lipstick was soft pink.

      Dressed in gray slacks and a light blue shirt, Gerry opened the door to his hotel room and stared, his face flushed. “You look wonderful,” he said to Maggie. Gerry was medium height with thick brown hair with a hint of gray at the temples. Clean shaven, his jaw was tightly clenched and he stood filling the doorway.

      Maggie smiled. “May I come in?” she asked, her voice soft and melodious.

      Almost stumbling, Gerry backed away from the door. “I, uh, ordered some champagne,” he said.

      “Good. We both need to relax,” Maggie said, patting Gerry on the arm. “It will all be fine. Really.”

      Almost bonelessly, Gerry dropped onto the sofa in the sitting room of the two-room suite. “I know.”

      With a practiced hand Maggie opened the champagne bottle and half-filled two flutes from the tray. “Here,” she said, handing Gerry a glass, “sip this.”

      Gerry emptied the glass. “I guess it shows,” he said. “That I’m really nervous. About this, I mean.”

      Maggie laughed. “It does show. But what are you so nervous about? We were together last week and it was very pleasurable.”

      “I want something different from what we did last week.”

      “That’s fine with me. What would give you pleasure?”

      Gerry took his wallet out of his back pocket and withdrew ten fifty-dollar bills. “I understand that I can pay extra for something special.” He counted out four more fifties and handed all seven hundred dollars to Maggie. “I want to have you completely in my power. I want to feed you a potent sex drug. I mean,” he hesitated, “I mean that I want to be able to do everything to you and have you beg for more.” Maggie could see his throat muscles work as he swallowed hard.

      “You do remember my rules. No real drugs and if you decide you want to have sexual intercourse, you will use a condom.”

      “Of course. I remember everything you told me last week and I will abide by your rules. No problem.”

      “And I get no pleasure from serious pain, so whips and things like that are not for me.”

      “I understand.”

      Maggie looked up at Gerry from beneath her long lashes. She smiled. “How will you give me this drug, or have you done that already?”

      Gerry hesitated, then grinned and said, “Yes. Yes. I did give it to you already. It was in the champagne.”

      “Is that why I’m feeling so warm?” Maggie said, slipping into the role Gerry wanted her to play.

      “It certainly is.”

      Maggie stretched out on the sofa and fanned herself with her hand. “I’m so hot, baby. So hot.”

      “Yes, you certainly are. Maybe you’d better take off your dress.”

      “Oh, yes,” Maggie said, standing up and turning her back to Gerry. “Would you help me unzip? I seem to be all thumbs. I can’t seem to make my hands work right.”

      Maggie could feel Gerry’s cold fingers on her back as he fumbled with the zipper. As he slid the zipper down, Maggie began to move her hips. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she said, her voice low and breathy. “I can’t seem to stand still.” She wiggled out of her dress, let it fall around her feet and stepped out of it. Maggie had selected a pale pink satin bra and matching bikini panties. Although her age couldn’t help but show, her frequent aerobic classes kept her figure tight. She rubbed her palms over the tips of her breasts. “God, I can’t stand this. I’m so…I don’t know.”

      Gerry stared at Maggie’s breasts which more than filled the small cups of her bra. “Are you uncomfortable?” he asked with mock innocence.

      “I don’t know,” Maggie answered, undulating her hips and rubbing her nipples. She watched Gerry’s eyes, and from the gleam surmised that the fantasy was playing out to his satisfaction. “I just want something.”

      “I know exactly what you want and only I can give it to you.”

      “Please. Do it. Help me. I’m so hot.”

      “I know. You’re hot all over, aren’t you. Especially between your legs. Hot and itchy. Do you need to rub yourself?”

      “Oh, yes,” Maggie moaned.

      When Maggie’s fingertips started to slide under the elastic of her panties, Gerry pulled it back. “Well, you can’t. Not yet. Not until I give you permission. Do you understand?”

      “Yes. But…”

      “No buts. You are mine to command and I say you may not have any relief yet.”

      Maggie played the game. “Please. Don’t make me suffer like this. I need to rub and touch and stroke myself. I need to make myself come.”

      “I will let you when you’ve been a good girl and done your chores.”

      “What chores?”

      “First you must undress me.”

      “Oh, yes. May I undress you very slowly? May I kiss and touch you, caress you and make you as hot as I am?”

      Gerry spread his arms wide, wordlessly indicating she could begin. Maggie closed the distance between them and pressed the length of her body against his. Sinuously she rubbed her chest and thighs against his as she licked his lips. Then she unbuttoned his shirt, licking his chest as she exposed it. Slowly she pulled the tails from the waistband of his slacks, rubbing her pelvis against his erection as she did so. With her entire body pressed against his, she worked the shirt down over his arms and tossed it on a chair. Her hard nipples pressed against the fabric of her bra